For a long time, Kel doesn't answer. He just lies there, gazing up into that exquisite face. Eventually he realizes that he's forgotten to breathe and, with a deep sigh, he says, "Hello."
"I'm Kelloran."
Amazing, that he'd never before realized that lavender was the perfect colour for hair.
"Can you stay with me, always?"
He closes his eyes again, and settles into the soft warmth which supports him - then stiffens suddenly, looks into her face once more and leaps to his feet like a frightened rabbit. The shock of his sudden ascent, on top of his previous injuries, nearly brings him crashing down again but he manages to keep his feet and stands there, swaying, with his face a flaming crimson.
"I'm sorry, my lady - I didn't mean ..."
Then he draws himself up to his full height and says formally, in Elven, "Esteemed lady, please forgive my audacity. I meant no disrespect. Please put it down to my disorientation, coupled with the surprise at seeing your own fair face where, moments earlier, slavering fangs were seeking my life."
Of course, the fact that Kel's command of Elven was gained in a tavern means that the speech is not quite as pretty as he had hoped. Still, it is earnest.
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